Page 31 of Wasp

The tires squealed as I assumed they were trying to stop and the force of Seema behind them was making that next to impossible.

When their truck swerved into the guardrail, Seema eased up, rolled to a stop and hopped from the truck. Without thinking, I got out of my car, and made my way across the semi busy lanes to join her. There were two people in the damaged truck, and I wasn’t about to leave her there to fight them on her own.

The men in the truck came out swinging and I was ready.

I tackled one guy with my shoulders into his midsection and pushed until he slammed into the side of his vehicle. While he grunted, he brought his elbows down into my back, but I didn’t let up. Instead, I dragged him away from the vehicle, only to slam him back into it. This this time I worked his ribs with my first until a snap sound made me stop and backed away.

He clutched his side, gasping for air as he slowly slid to the ground.

Turning, I was in time to see Seema catch her guy by the back of the head and brought his face down into the mirror on her truck. When she released him, he bounced off and fell, motionless to his back.

She was bleeding from the right side of her mouth and her nose, but she wouldn’t let me touch her until she’d grabbed my guy and dragged him across the pavement. I helped her hoist him into the bed of the truck and locked him in.

“Let me see.” I told her.

“Not yet.” She panted. “We have to get out of here. Call Tex.”

“You rang?” Tex answered.

Seema gave him our location.

“I see you.” Tex quickly informed out.

“I need you to make us invisible.” Seema explained.

“On it.” Tex replied. “Clear the area and let me work.”

Amazed by her, I jogged across the street.

She didn’t pull back into traffic until I did. I called her to find out where we were going and when she told me, I had to hold my breath. I had a feeling the man in the bed of my truck was in for a hard time, I couldn’t even find anything inside me to feel sorry for him.

Close to the water’s edge, I parked and Seema pulled up beside me. She hurried out, popped the cover on the bed of the truck and dragged the man out. She took no care with him—even though I knew his ribs were either cracked or broken, and his face looked like he’d been worked over with a baseball bat.

I had nothing to do with his face—that probably was the airbag.

While he struggled, Seema gripped him by the back of his shirt, braced herself and dragged the poor bastard across asphalt, gravel, a few rocks until we were close to the water.

She dropped him face-first into the sand, tugged up the legs of her pants then hunched down by his head.

“I’ve lost all patience with you and your friends at this point.” She explained. “I’m exhausted. I’m starving and I’m horny and you and your friends aren’t making my life any easier.”

Horny? Damn, Goddess. I can definitely help you with all of that.

No, Carter Finch—focus.

“Who sent you?” She asked, calmly.

The man said nothing.

She caught him by the back of the neck and tugged him, stomach first to the water. Here, she dropped him again on this chest, then rested one of her feet to the back of his head and pushed down.

At first nothing happened.

I supposed this idiot thought he could outlast her and hold his breath. Seema sighed, seemingly board and looked out over the horizon as the sky began turning a strange orange-purple.

The man started struggling.

Eventually, she removed her foot, hunched down and grabbed him by the hair, tugging his neck back.

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